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I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the tattooed bird and keep goin'
I don't take **** from no one.

I have integrity
I have feelings
I had dreams.

My morals went (pfff) when I heard of Tantra.


I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just swirl 'em Baodings and keep goin'
I don't take **** from no one

I was caring
I was loving
Now I am traumatized
And hateful

I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just kick their tantric ***** and keep goin'
I don't take **** from no one


I had friends
I had hopes
But those pervert
Monks.


I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just get the sword, chase and keep goin'
I don't take **** from no one
The missing takes hold gripping like a noose

The words choked out of existence

A blink of thought

Like trying to catch words of thunder flashing through rolling clouds

Waiting for the deluge of word soaked verse only to watch it Roll by overhead

without a drop off  to nourish some other poets pen.

Life churns the seas of revelations

but the waves won't let me catch a breath for a beat.

Dry pen, parched paper and a world to soak in inches from the shore

A shipwreck smothered by the sand

I count the stars instead

An estimate in a glance

As I Think of the endless possibilities

And how insignificant I am

That the words that i have captured

Remain the legacy of what there is

When of words there is nothing to gain

But the release of joy and pain

Into the universe

and if not written will not remain.



Then I am but a blink of ink that mearly left a smudge

Barely enough to stain.
Never enough time to capture the verses parading across my mind
“A lot of people ask me, ****** ******' questions
A lot of people think that, what I say on record
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually do in real life or that I believe in it
Or if I say that I wanna **** somebody
That I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it”
Said my music
After I have
A bad day
These words float in my
As function through
The day
Barely functional
A dream hanging
On a string
And my integrity
****** up
**** I hate Perverts.
ali 17h
i fell in love
with a boy
who is not poetry.

he is not
ink and paper
but rather
bones and blood,
curves and edges
smooth
beneath my fingertips.

he is not
definitive words
but rather
light laughter
and soft kisses,
heaven
in a few seconds.

he is not
full of hidden meanings
but rather
giving his entirety
to a girl
who needs to use it
as a blanket.

he is not
poetry.
he cannot fit
inside these lines,
be found
within finite words.
he cannot hide
between periods,
squeeze
into stanzas.

i cannot make him
poetry.
he is perfection
and poetry
is too broken
for a love like his.
i've written very few legitimate poems about him and wonder why... he's too much to fit into words, a poem isn't enough
Dominique 20h
One blank look from him
And I'm hollow enough to write poetry again.

Should I send a thank-you note
Or crumple it and stuff it down his throat?
Not sure what's worse, writer's block or this void.
Kada 20h
Why
You melted my soul as you walked away
whole
watching me burn.
Why you left,
I'll never know why.
DON'T MISTAKE INFATUATION FOR LOVE.
A red lamp glows in the corner of the room..
The clock is ticking  and its time  to leave..
Her eyes are shut and breathing is innocent..
Like a sleeping child in a cradle, her lips smile soft,
with a streak of golden hair across her face.

I dont want to wake her up, she looks angelic..
I dont want to dissapear.. without kissing her goodbye..
I knew what I had to do.. I knew what was right ..

The golden streak of hair is in place now..
The lids open to reveal the glittering eyes
which look at me with a glowing smile on her lips..

The sound of the ticking clock fades away..
The time didn't freeze but it didn't matter anymore..
my arms wrapped around her, she goes back to sleep..
Like a child in a cradle...
Ameed 22h
Eyes can sometimes say nothing
And sadness cannot be uncovered
Smiling with pain always happens
And secrets are buried deep down
You can never know what's in there
...
Even
in the hearts
of the
closest to
you
...
© Ameed
Me 23h
I am your shadow
Your follower
You are my leader

You say
I do

I smile
when you smile

I laugh
when you laugh

I feel like a clone
But you never cry
you never frown
You are like the only shiny penny in my wallet
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